such dreary days do not count as a way
to pass these dragging days of a time to wait.
waiting in vain and waiting for a brand new kind of pain
seems strange when we talk about it being a sort of happiness.
maybe it's more contentedness,
maybe it's your floozy mistress that is making you the least bit prepared.
off with your head! and i will bite my tongue.
this charade has gone on for too long because
we all thought you would have learned by now.
such a beautiful counterfeit seems such a despicable waste.
give it time and give it space,
but there is no time, you see!
wake up from your dreaming!
time doesn't exist, for there was no beginning
and there is no end.
we are all waiting for something that never comes
and sticking our noses up at the things that did.
if we're all waiting forever, the middle seems insignificant
and this rainy day is no different than tomorrow's.
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